The Hot Floor by Josephine Myles Page A

brain gave up trying to make sense of the situation and simply informed me that the sting was transforming into delicious warmth, and that Evan was watching intently, concern and lust warring in his eyes. I thrust into him again, just to show I was okay.
    “Don’t stop now,” Rai said. “You were doing so well.” His hand caressed my warm cheek, heightening my awareness of that strange pleasure-pain he’d awakened there.
    “Okay, um, where was I?” I continued my slow fucking into Evan, enjoying the ecstatic response on his face every time I pushed in deep. He really did look amazing while he was being fucked. Still big and strong and manly, but open and vulnerable too. I swear, I lost a piece of my heart right then and there.
    “Twenty-four,” Rai said.
    Oh yes. That. My brain cells scrambled to count on eight manually, all memory of rote learning having been jettisoned at some point over the years since I’d left school. “Thirty-two.” No spank. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. “Forty… Forty-eight… Fifty—er— Ow !”
    “Fifty-er is not a real number.” Rai sounded like he was really having fun. I turned my head to discover him beaming, stroking his cock as he watched me continue screwing his boyfriend.
    “No shit,” I said. I flexed my buttocks, relishing the strange burn on each cheek. I turned back to Evan. “Fifty-six.” Evan winked at me and reached for his cock. This time, Rai didn’t stop him. “Sixty… Oh shit!”
    Six spanks later, I was still stuck on sixty-four and my arse was on fire, my thrusts growing increasingly erratic.
    “Mebbe you should try an easier times table,” Evan suggested. “How about two? You could go faster then.”
    “He’s just trying to get a good, hard fucking,” Rai said. “Don’t fall for his wily tricks.”
    “Two sounds good to me,” I panted. “Not sure how much more abuse my poor arse can take.” I wasn’t sure how much more my nuts could take either. Every crack of Rai’s hand made them pulse in sweet agony. Even his soothing strokes right now were almost too much to endure.
    “You’ve barely turned pink,” Rai said, sounding amused. “But seeing as how it’s your first time, I’m going to leave it there.”
    “No!” I surprised everyone, including myself, judging by the way Evan’s eyes widened and Rai’s hand stilled. I thrust hard into Evan, my balls slapping against his arse. “Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve…” I was really good at counting in twos, and I wasn’t going to make a mistake until I wanted to. I watched Evan’s hand blurring on his cock as I pumped him hard and fast. I counted and counted until I felt him clench around me. Creamy plumes of jizz spurted out the end of Evan’s dick as he roared.
    “Eighty-six, eighty-six—arrgh!” That was the worst one yet, catching me across both sore cheeks, but it did the trick. My nuts couldn’t contain themselves any longer, shooting out their load with a rush of fire.
    “OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!” That might have been me. All I knew was I was clutching hold of Evan’s legs as I convulsed in wave after blinding wave of sensation.
    The next thing I remember was Rai standing over Evan, emptying his balls all over that broad expanse of chest. My nuts gave a last feeble spurt at the sight of all that spunk mingling together, and then I flopped forwards, deliberately landing in the wet patch.
    Rai and Evan were kissing. I could hear the slurpy, lip-smacking sounds up close and personal. Evan’s chest rose up and down beneath me like a heaving ocean as his heartbeat thudded loud in my ear. We stank of sex. My cock gave a hopeful twitch as I took a deep breath of jizz-scented air, but it really wasn’t up to much more tonight, I could tell.
    When my neck muscles finally felt strong enough I raised my head to watch the two of them. Rai was kneeling on the floor, the two of them sharing slow, sensual kisses with plenty of tongue. Rai’s glasses